However, just as he threw out the second punch, Zhou Feng realized that the difficulty of this set of boxing techniques, which he thought he could practice easily after this medicinal bath, was far beyond what he had imagined.
His body had already reached its limit. At this moment, as he moved his fists, he felt his entire body was sore and numb, the pain was excruciating, like being gnawed by thousands of ants. The wounds that had torn during the medicinal bath were tearing open again, making standing difficult. The medicinal power that had infiltrated his body and lay dormant was further activated, causing him to feel pain deep into his bones.
"The first day is already this hard; I don't know how much more suffering I'll have to endure to keep going. Actually, I could take a break; why make myself suffer?"
Almost unconsciously, a trace of fear arose in Zhou Feng's heart, but it was fleeting. He let out a roar like a tiger, and the light in his eyes became sharper and fiercer.
